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Mistaken Identity Chapter 1: My Evil Sister (A Revamp Story)
🕑 Added 2023-12-13 10:42:46 +0000 UTCMy name is Joe, and I'm a teenage boy, not that you can tell. I don't know how she did it, but somehow my sister Astraia found a spell that not only shrunk me, but also made me look like a middle aged man that resembled nothing of my former self. Beyond the stunt itself, I can't say I was too surprised. My sister has always hated me and did everything she could to make my life a living hell. For example, she knows that I absolutely hate feet. They disgust me in every way possible. From the way they look, to that awful stench they produce, feet are seriously nasty. Well she uses this against me constantly by forcing me to smell her nasty feet after a long hot gym session, and is also known to not change her socks for days on end, simply to torture me that much more.
This time however, she had gone too far. She shrunk me down and completely changed how I looked, making it so no one would recognize me so there was no way for her to get caught. It was quite clever, I had to give her that much, but I was full of great fear of what was about to come. After I shrank down I watched as she used one foot to hold the shoe on the other so she could slide her foot out before proceeding to do the same thing with her other shoe, leaving her barefoot in front of me. The smell emanating from them quickly made its way over to me, suffocating me in its stench.
She sat down and began to stretch her feet out towards me. I turned and tried to run, but her foot quickly overtook me, knocked me onto my stomach, and then pinned me to the floor. Then her other foot came down on top of the one on top of me and she began to press down as hard as she could, giggling at the sensation of me squirming for my life beneath her toes, like some poor, helpless, pathetic bug. She wrapped her toes around me and picked me up, pressing me against her other foot before proceeding to grind me between her feet, over and over, covering me in a thick slime of semi dried sweat.
Not only was this entirely situation disgusting, but it was also extremely embarrassing and degrading. I felt so helpless, so pathetic, being tossed around at my sisters will, being abused relentlessly with her horrid feet. They finally stopped grinding me and opened up, dropping me to the floor below. I landed with a squishy thud and found myself immediately surrounded by the smell of my sisters feet again. Looking around I realized the desperation of my plight. She dropped me into her shoe!!
I looked up just in time to see her toes coming down on me. As they entered the shoe and made contact with me, her toes wrapped around my head and pulled me into the depths of her shoe. When her foot settled to a stop, my body was pinned under the ball of her foot, while my head was trapped directly under her toes. I had actually kind of wished my whole body was trapped under the ball of her foot, because the excess space that my head had under her toes left me exposed to the incredibly intensified stench of her foot, along with a fairly steady drip of sweat from her toes onto my face, causing an almost waterboarding sensation, only far worse.
For three whole days, she left me to rot and fester under her foot, suffering endlessly with no reprieves whatsoever. For the entire three days, she didn't take off her shoes for any reason. Not to go to bed, not to change her outfit. . She even skipped bathing just to be able to leave her shoes on to torture me that much worse.
But then the day came when she finally took her shoe off. When her foot slid out, I was left behind, mashed so deep into the insole of her shoe that it took her a solid minute to scrape me free and drop me to the floor. Her foot slammed down on me once again, only this time with a purpose. She quickly made her way so she could wrap her toes around my arm and lifted me off the floor. At this point, after three days of relentless torture, I was far to exhausted to fight back or even care.
When I did finally find the strength to lift my head and look around, my heart sank at what I saw. There in front of her was her phone on a tri-pod. She was taking pictures of me. And that was when I caught a glimpse of her laptop. Her instagram was open, and that was when I learned that she had a whole page dedicated to giantess feet content. I couldn't believe it. The whole reason that she had shrunk me down was to help herself sell her fucked up giantess content. But then again, I'm sure that the chance to torture me in such a manner is such a great feeling to her that she would still do it even if she had no following. All I could do was hope that she would grow bored of using me quickly and allow me to grow back to normal, because as I read some of the comments on the screen, I truly began to fear for what may come...
To Be Continued...
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Daikizo
Great story this man in this story doesn't realise how lucky he's been. I'd give anything to spend 3 days in his sister's shoe ππ€€
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